By Pittacus Lore
Quantity Nine—when John frees him from his cellphone within the strength of Xix, he's ferocious, reckless, and able to struggle again. yet being held captive adjustments a person—even a Lorien. See what 9 was once like sooner than his seize, and browse approximately his dramatic break out from his element of view.
In i'm quantity 4: The misplaced records: Nine's Legacy: Nine's legacy, observe the tale at the back of 9. ahead of assembly John Smith, aka quantity 4, prior to being held prisoner, 9 was once weeding out Mogadorians in Chicago along with his Cepan, Sandor. What occurred there might swap 9 without end. . . .
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I’m writing an electronic mail. ” “I’ve been ready longer than ten minutes,” I say. “And you’re now not writing an electronic mail. You’re taking a look at men with their shirts off. ” “So what? Are you gonna inform on me, tattletale? ” she asks sarcastically. the woman beside her, whose identify is Hilda yet who most youngsters in class name los angeles Gorda—“the fats one”—(behind her again, by no means to her face) laughs. They’re an inseparable pair, Gabby and l. a. Gorda. I chew my tongue and switch again to the window, folding my hands throughout my chest. I’m seething inside of, partially simply because i have to get at the computing device and partially simply because I by no means know the way to reply while Gabby mocks me. There are 4 mins left. My impatience segues to full-on desperation. There can be information correct now—breaking information! —but i've got no manner of realizing simply because those egocentric jerks won’t surrender one of many pcs. 3 mins left. I’m approximately shaking with anger. after which an idea pops into my head, and a smile performs throughout my lips. It’s dicy, yet worthy it if it really works. I pivot simply enough to determine Gabby’s chair in my peripheral imaginative and prescient. I take a deep breath and, focusing all my strength on her chair, use my telekinesis to jerk it to the left. Then I speedy thrust it correct so not easy it approximately topples over. Gabby jumps up and yelps. i glance at her in mock shock. “What? ” los angeles Gorda asks. “I don’t recognize; it felt like someone simply kicked my chair or whatever. Did you are feeling something? ” “No,” los angeles Gorda says; and once the notice is uttered, I movement her chair a number of centimeters backwards, then jerk it to the suitable, all of the whereas last at my spot via the window. either one of the ladies scream this time. I thrust Gabby’s chair, then los angeles Gorda’s back; and with no giving their computing device displays a moment look, they flee the room, screaming as they move. “Yes! ” I say, speeding to the pc Gabby used to be utilizing and speedy typing the internet tackle of the scoop website I’ve deemed most useful. Then I wait impatiently for the web page to load. The previous pcs, mixed with the gradual net the following, are the bane of my life. The browser is going white and, line via line, the web page varieties. while 1 / 4 of it has loaded, the ultimate bell jewelry. One minute until eventually prayers. I’m susceptible to disregard the bell, even on the danger of being punished. At this element I don’t quite care. “Five extra months,” I whisper to myself. half the web page is now up, revealing the head of John Smith’s face, his upturned eyes, that are darkish and assured, although inside them there’s a feeling of pain that turns out nearly misplaced. I lean at the fringe of my seat, ready, the buzz effervescent up inside of me, inflicting my palms to tremble. “Come on,” I say to the display, attempting in useless to rush it. “Come on come on come on. ” “Marina! ” a voice barks from the open doorway. I jerk round and spot Sister Dora, a portly lady who’s the pinnacle cook dinner within the kitchen, staring daggers at me. this is often not anything new. She stares daggers at every body who walks during the lunch line keeping a tray, as if our wanting sustenance is a private affront. She presses her lips jointly in an ideal instantly line, then narrows her eyes.